ThicreanPhoenix

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  1. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric finally wrested his foot from the dying soldier's grasp and stood up. He put his sword back in his scabbard as his breathing slowed and rational thoughts began to form. You're an imbecile. First all of those times you almost died today, and now this sorry display? A sheep could do better. "You know, when I got on this boat, all I was hoping for was a chance to ask if I could learn magic from someone," Eric mused, face pointed towards the ground, "I wasn't looking for a demonstration." With a pause, he sighed, "I-I don't think I should take any logbooks to anyone. My incompetent carcass couldn't do it."
  2. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Now able to see two feet in front of his face, Eric took a look at his assailant. Knowing it was human was a relief. Not a major one, but a relief regardless. Better a human than whatever a frightened imagination could come up with. And he kept panicking, trying to wrest his foot free. ...Until Constance swooped in to heal the poor Deiran. Judging by the blood he coughed up, he needed it, and Eric didn't want to make any of the process harder. He was still too stunned to speak, hyperventilating to no end, and shaking like a leaf, but at least he had stopped actively pulling away.
  3. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric had followed everyone into the depths of the ship, just as he had followed them onto the ship in the first place. Claire and Constance seemed to have heard something in specific. Their sudden reactions-especially the where did that come from-implied such. Odd; other than the groaning and rustling we've been hearing, I've got nothing. Constance dimmed the lantern, and Nelon warned once again to be on guard. Eric didn't need to be told twice. He was gripping his blade tight enough that his hand was starting to los- And then something grabbed his ankle. All of the preparedness and self-control in Eric's body couldn't have stopped him. Every ounce of dread building up in the man's body, in that skipped heartbeat, turned to panic. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" he screamed at full-blast, drawing his sword and turning around, hoping to see what exactly had just given him a heart attack. It was fruitless, though, as not only were they in near-total darkness, but between the suddenness of the turn and the grabbed leg, Eric lost his footing on the pivot, falling backwards and hitting the floor. Hard. Eric was lucky he hadn't impaled himself with his own steel, but that was of no concern to him. He sat up with a start, ignoring his newfound splitting headache, to attempt a second time to see just what had gotten him so worked up.
  4. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    With his hand on the hilt of his sword, Eric quietly followed everyone else onto the ship, his stomach churning more with each step. Being on the boat was like looking at it. It was a boat. But he couldn't shake the dread. And the apparent contents of the captain's log did nothing to put him at ease. Screwed up, that's what that is "Aren't there, like...diseases that make you delirious at sea?" Eric attempted to justify, "And maybe they got so crazy that they threw themselves off the boat, or someone else threw 'em off. 'Cuz I could see that happening."
  5. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    "Aye," was Eric's simple response to being told to stay on guard. His hand darted to the hilt of one of his swords. "Truth be told, I don't wanna stay back anyway. That kind of crap makes me feel extraneous." Who the hell is this Malaphar guy? I don't remember any commander or anything by that name. Apparently he's dangerous, though... "Queasy stomach or no, I'm ready to board whenever the word's given. And..." He paused, remembering the chilling scream, "For the sake of whoever the hell that was, I'd rather we get a word soon."
  6. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric put himself on standby during the boat conversation. He had no idea what he could do on a boat. His expertise was limited to swinging pointy metal sticks. However, his ears perked up when Constance offered to go inspect the boats with Claire. They're both spellcasters, right? Yeah, that feels right...Having two in the same place..."Uh...You mind if I help out with that, too? I know three's a crowd, but...I dunno, I don't have any seaworthy skills or knowledge or whatever, and hey, maybe if Deirans hid something on the boat, I'll recognize a hiding spot or...something." It's a pretty obvious and flimsy excuse, but I can't think of a better one.
  7. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric lowered his hands, fists unclenched. Shadowboxing wasn't going to do anything. Hell, would anything else do anything? ...It doesn't matter if anything does anything. I just have to fight. I can't worry about anything else. Fighting is simple. Fighting is what you know. Just stick to it. All you need to think about is how to do it better. Putting any other thoughts as far out of mind as possible, Eric took a moment to self-examine. His wound where the lancer had struck him still stung, but otherwise, everything seemed to be in working order. His footwork could have been better today, it seemed like. If it weren't for all the random medicine and healers...No. I'm not thinking about that. Most everyone Eric had come to blows with today was a pain in the ass. They were bigger, more endurant-looking, and bulkier than him, and Eric himself seemed to hold little high ground. He only had his dancing feet, and that boon wouldn't last forever, if today was any clue. How could I...wait. Could I? Maybe, I'd have to ask someone how to. But it's a tempting thought. Hmm... Eric snapped his fingers, almost as a show of resolve. Next time he got a chance, he'd ask someone about spellcasting. It can't be that hard...
  8. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric returned blade to scabbard as the opposing forces surrendered. Breathing a sigh of relief, he took a look around...at the smoldering piles of rubble that were houses before they got there. And then, off to one direction, another bang rang through the air. Eric started to approach and see what had caused it, but he didn't commit to the action, stopping in his tracks instead. He didn't need to see any clearer. He didn't want to see any clearer. Another bomb had gone off. Another... ...It all made him sick to his stomach. Those explosives that the Deirans used just cost so many people so much for...what? Living in the area? What the hell kind of reason is that for...This isn't how fighting should be. This isn't... Eric let out a frustrated shout and threw a punch at the open air, stumbling forward as he did so. Hanging his arms for just a moment, he took a deep, albeit shaky, breath, and threw another.
  9. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric to (13, 16), hit Soldier C with the Killing Edge.
  10. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Once it opens up, Eric meanders over to (15, 15).
  11. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric to (15, 12).
  12. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric felt much better after being healed(Wait, don't I still owe her for the whole mess with Accolon?...), but didn't have much time to revel in his good feeling, as he jumped almost a foot when the house not too far away spontaneously went up in flames. The screams were horrific in nature, and upon looking up, he noticed...that that wasn't the only one. There were three buildings, all reduced to smoldering ash. Not a comforting sight. Eric to (14, 9).
  13. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    I thought I told myself to stop being careless! Ugh...that really hurt... Eric to (10, 10), trade Owen the Wingclipper and thus make ever having it in the first place moot.
  14. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    Eric to (9, 6), smack Curate #1 with the Armorslayer.
  15. Angelcynn: The Myrcian Conflict - Act 5

    "Gyah!" Eric yelped again as he took a blow. And right after he had felled that guy in front of him, too...That's what you get for being careless...The hit in and of itself wasn't bad, but it wasn't the only injury suffered here, and it was starting to hurt. So Eric went with the most sensible option: Proceed further. He crept alongside that dear wall for cover and took a moment to treat his wounds. Before they got too bad. Eric to (10, 9), use that vulnerary.